End of Desktop Sobs and on to Funny

So I now have dual monitors running, my DJ equipment and my speakers all directly plugged into my computer!  So what did I do?  Leave?  Nope!

An incident where I fell asleep and a forgotten candy wrapper made me jump up and decide to laugh and enjoy myself.  (about that laffy taffy... I rolled over it and thought it was a spider)

I pulled out To Wong Foo, Thanks for Everything! Julie Newmar.  I proceeded to watch it between surfing and googling.

I spun records.
THEN.. I let the extras on the video play...

I decided to watch Wong Foo's deleted scenes and OMG!  Funny!!!  I wonder how many people have heard this part of the movie!  I've owned it for years and didn't know.. I got creative to edit this to the point it is at, but it is not personally mine.  Thank you Universal Pictures, for Miss Vida, Miss Noxeema and Chi-Chi!!!

One MUST hear blasphemy of the most insane at times.

It cancels out the people around you and balances the equation.

At least I think so.

:P

My Side of the Mountain

I told my daughter about one of my favorite stories I read over and over as a child. And how I always wanted to run away and live in a tree. Just like Sam did in My Side of the Mountain a book written by Jean Craighead George.  We are reading it together.

An hour later she gave me this picture. Here is my tree..



Nattie's Painting of my Treehouse

 I love my child because she listens when it hurts the most, and I never knew until I saw she made a dream come true.

Brushing away the years .. and tears.. I thought ..

Forever she has asked me to paint or draw something for her. So late, late, late in the night, I picked up a brush and told her this was my nightdream for her, and it helped me go to sleep.  I haven't painted in watercolor for 25 years. I like charcoal and pastels.

Her happiness over finding this blob on the kitchen table makes so many things possible.

It takes one little girl to make another little girl realize it doesn't hurt anymore.



Moving Away from the Technical into the Eccentric

I've been letting my daily frustrations rule many of my blog posts when I have a wealth of other topics I wish to touch upon and ponder over.

I've been out of touch with a side of me that I don't share with a lot of people.  Sharing some experiences has led people I've confided in question my state of mind and pretty much slammed the door on actually talking about it.

Spirituality.  How does that define a person?  I don't fall into any category that has some huge equation or knowledge base... or better said, the knowledge base may exist, but I simply haven't stuck myself into a single one.

What do I mean?

I know nothing about astrology other than the fact I'm a Virgo.  I know nothing about numerology except that dates seem to be something significant in my life.  I was raised Catholic.  I've never been confirmed.  To beat all that, I have a degree in Anthropology.  I believe in magic.  I believe in the unexplained.  I think dreams reveal much.  My dreams sometimes make me not want to sleep.  Other times I can go in and out of the same dream.  I have that inner sense of self that says:  Do or Do not that seems to never be wrong.. even when I choose to ignore it.  I believe there is more in this world than meets the eye.

Summed up I've had some strange things happen over the years that have been too powerful to ignore.

I've dreamed so powerfully I've shocked my husband, who I'm not sure believes in anything but what he can see and feel.

He woke me up one morning and I cried horribly because God told me something and I forgot what it was.  I wasn't fully awake, and he said I was so upset because I forgot.

Is it so terrible to admit I would know God's voice if I heard it again?  *sigh*   I don't think I'm crazy nor have I been one of those that can quote you any huge part of the Bible, so where did this come from?

I've had other moving things happen, but that one seems to spark the most questions and inner turmoil.  Connecting the dots of what I hold as spirituality is difficult ... and I wonder if other people dream like I do...

and doubt where it came from, but feel that it was real..

Lets go Around Again Because Obviously I have time

When your child tells you that she's tired of sharing you with Dell, maybe one needs to reexamine what's important.  That said, I now am in possession of my new monitor and its wonderful.  Do I think I'm any happier?  Not really.

I am gazing at the digital world through a Dell Ultrasharp monitor and well, viewing is nice, but now issues of my reinstallation are cropping up because I'm playing ring around the roses.

So, get a new monitor... call hardware installation.

Ask hardware installation about the graphics card running the monitor...

oh that's third party...

call the Solution station (or absolution aggravation)

wrong monitor?

call customer service ...

Unhappy with the whole deal.

Good luck finding that department.